the dust of this painted life
0:35 “She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.” written by Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things

(Source: halus, via atramentum)
November 20th / with 45 notes
Tags: neil gaiman,

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